we look at each other and we smile that smile like a secret we share we both know we've found what the whole world is searching for.
"THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU, MY HEART WHISPERED: "THAT'S THE ONE"
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AGASTYA MUKHERJE...
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"Will you stop whining?" tripti snaps.
"It's like hanging out with my fucking kids."
"This drink is too strong," he chokes. "I notice you didn't get one."
Tripti's attention comes back to me. "Anyway, what's this secret?"
I stare at them. God, I don't even know if I should be saying anything to anyone, but I need someone to talk to.
"Promise me you won't say anything to anyone. Not even kajal," I ask.
"Yes." They both roll their eyes.
"Okay," I continue. "You know how I told you I have been trying to get a job at Mukherjee press and media for over three years?"
"Uh-huh.
"Well, just over twelve months ago I went to a wedding in Bangkok, and I was flying directly back to Mumbai for an interview here."
Siddhant frowns as he concentrates on my story.
"At the airport in Bangkok, this fruitcake man behind me in the line was having some kind of episode and started throwing my bag around."
They both stare at me, confused.
"Anyway, the security guard ushered me to the check-in counter and told the guy to look after me. I was given an upgrade to first class."
"How cool." siddhant smiles and raises his drink happily.
I brace myself for the next part of the story. "I was seated next to this man, and we began drinking champagne and . . ." I shrug. "The more we drank, the more inappropriate we got, and we began talking about our sex lives."
"Did you get kicked off the plane?" siddhant says, with wide eyes.
"No." I sip my drink. "Could have easily, though."
Siddhant puts his hand to his chest in relief.
"Then there was a torrential rain in mumbai, and we had to fly on to Delhi for an overnight layover. This guy was like . . .. ridiculously hot." I smile as I remember him. "He was so not my type, and I wasn't his, but somehow we ended up fucking like rabbits all night long. It was the best sex I've ever had in my life."
"I love this story." Tripti smiles. "Go you."
"I never saw him again."
Her face falls. "He didn't call?"
"He never asked for my number."
"Ouch." siddhant winces.
"I know; so you can imagine my horror when I saw him at work this week."
"What?" they both gasp.
"Oh my God, it's fucking vihaan, isn't it?" siddhant frowns as he takes a big mouthful of his drink. "I can't handle this story. Please don't tell me you fucked him, and he gave you an STD. I won't be able to cope."
"It was Agastya Mukherjee."
Tripti's eyes nearly bulge from her head. "What?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" siddhant gasps and accidentally snorts his drink up his nose and has a coughing fit.
They both stare at me, wide eyed.
"When I went to his office on the tour, he asked to be left alone with me."
Tripti shakes her head. "Is this real?"
I nod.
"I have no words for this story," she whispers.
"I do-oh my fucking God." siddhant hits her on the arm in excitement.
"What happened?"
"He asked me out to dinner."
"What the actual fuck?" tripti cries really loud.
"Shh," I whisper as I look at the people around us. "Keep your voice down."
"Are you serious?" she whispers.
"I said no."
"What?" siddhant cries this time.
"Keep. Your. Voice. Down," I demand. "I can't go out with him. I have a boyfriend."
"Your boyfriend's a dick. You even said so yourself," tripti stammers.
"I know, but I'm not wired like that. I would never cheat on somebody."
Siddhant shakes his head. "Agastya Mukherjee could wire me any way he wanted to."
"Right?" tripti agrees. "What happened today?"
He marched me up to his office and accused me of getting hit on in my working time."
Their mouths fall open in horror.
"And . . ." I pause. I probably shouldn't tell them we are being watched. I'll keep that one to myself. I dig out his card from my wallet and slide it across the table, and Molly picks it up and stares at it. "Even his name is hot." She reads the card out loud. "Agastya Mukherjee. Mukherjee press and media. XXX-XXX-XXXX."
"I told him he couldn't have everything he wanted, and he said he does, and then he licked my neck," I blurt out.
"He licked your neck?" siddhant shrieks. "Oh Lord have mercy." He picks up the menu and begins to fan his face. "Please tell me you're going out with him tonight. No." I shrug. "I can't, and besides, it's the fastest way I know how to get fired."
"No job is that good," siddhant snaps. "I wouldn't turn him down to be the fucking president for sure if i were you but its also about you so ."
We all giggle, and then my phone vibrates across the table.
"Oh . . . my fucking God," tripti whispers as she stares at my phone. "It's him."
"What?" I stammer as I look down at the number lighting up the screen.
She holds up the business card in her hands, and we compare them.
"The number calling you is fucking him."
My eyes widen. Holy shit.
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This chapter is so funn i cannot stop laughing and tell me what would you do if you were Saanvi?
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